Sometimes I wish I was strong enough to make the harder choices... or that I was courageous enough to tell people that they're being nasty. So many people get away with horrible things - am I contributing to that by not saying anything?

and then sometimes, I think I'm being too sensitive and I should just let it all go - there are so many things to enjoy that I shouldn't let the bad stuff get to me. But I do. And every day, I deal with it because I know that one day, it will all fall into place, it will all work out for me. But I want that now!